By Lirot Comma Brian
I glide across the rainy road as the darkness turns grey. A regretful high-pitched tone beats the drums of my ear due to the trials and tribulations of the recent hours past. I cannot go into work without a shower…no way. I fold down the passenger side sun visor to see my brown hair laying above my greasy forehead in clumps.
Six hours slide by, and just like that, the adventure’s over. As soon as David pulls into the driveway of my parents’ house, I swing the door open before he can get the chance to park.
“Thanks for doing that, Mike.” David hollers as I grab my backpack from the trunk.
“Anytime homie.” I respond as I speed walk up to the garage door. “I’m always down for whatever.” Continue reading